Young Detective and His Married Client

Rupali’s fingers tapped nervously on the rim of her coffee cup. Her eyes darted across the bustling café as she waited. She had never done something like this before—hired a detective to spy on her husband.

But lately, Rajeev’s late nights and vague excuses had left her feeling more isolated than ever. Was it work pressure? She wondered, though deep down, she feared the worst.

When Sharath entered the café, she almost didn’t recognize him. The young detective was taller than she’d imagined. His sharp jawline was framed by a faint stubble. His eyes—those eyes—seemed to pierce right through her.

He spotted her immediately, a small, confident smile playing on his lips as he approached.

“Rupali,” he said, his voice smooth and warm. “I’m glad you could make it.”

She nodded, clutching her cup tighter. “Thanks for agreeing to meet. I just… I need to know what’s going on.”

Sharath slid into the chair across from her, his gaze never leaving hers. “I understand. It’s not easy, suspecting the person you love of something like this.” He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “But you’re doing the right thing. You deserve answers.”

Rupali felt a shiver run down her spine. There was something about the way he spoke—so confident, so reassuring—that made her feel both safe and excited. She hadn’t felt this kind of attention in months, maybe years.

Over the next hour, Sharath asked her about Rajeev’s schedule, habits, and recent behaviour. But as the conversation progressed, Rupali noticed how his eyes lingered on her. His questions seemed to shift subtly from her husband to her.

“You’ve been through a lot,” he said at one point, his voice softening. “It’s clear you’re a strong woman, but everyone needs someone to lean on.”

Rupali felt her cheeks flush. Was he flirting with her? She couldn’t tell, but how his gaze flicked down to her lips sent a jolt of heat through her body.

Finally, Sharath leaned back in his chair with a thoughtful look. “I think we have enough to start,” he said. “But if anything else comes up, don’t hesitate to reach out. I’m here for you.”

As they stood to leave, Sharath hesitated. His hand brushed against hers as they reached for the check. “Let me get this,” he said, his voice low and intimate.

Rupali nodded, her heart racing. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sharath’s eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. “Rupali,” he said, his voice thick with something she couldn’t quite place. “You deserve to be happy. Never forget that.”

Before she could respond, Sharath reached out, gently cupping her cheek. Rupali’s breath caught in her throat as he leaned in. His lips brushed against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. It wasn’t forceful or demanding—just a whisper of something more that made her knees weak and her heart race.

When he pulled away, Rupali was left breathless, her mind spinning. What just happened?

Sharath smiled, his eyes dark with desire. “I’ll be in touch,” he said, his voice sending shivers down her spine. “Take care of yourself, Rupali.”

As he walked away, Rupali felt a mix of confusion and exhilaration. This wasn’t what she’d expected when she’d hired him—but part of her couldn’t help but feel excited.

Over the next few days, Sharath’s texts became more frequent. At first, they were about the case—updates on Rajeev’s movements and routines. But soon, the messages took on a more personal tone.

“Did you always have that dimple when you smile? It’s captivating.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you in that red shirt. You looked stunning.”

Rupali tried to tell herself it was innocent, just a detective being friendly. But deep down, she knew it was more than that. And she couldn’t deny the flutter in her chest every time her phone buzzed with a new message.

Finally, Sharath asked her to meet him again. This time, it wasn’t in a café. He’d suggested a quiet park where they could talk without prying eyes.

When Rupali arrived, she found him waiting by a bench, his eyes lighting up as he saw her. “You came,” he said, his voice filled with relief and something else—something that made her stomach twist with anticipation.

“Of course,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly. “You said it was important.”

Sharath stepped closer, his hand brushing against hers. “It is. But not just about the case.”

Rupali’s breath hitched as he cupped her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. “Rupali,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t pretend anymore. I’ve tried to stay professional, but every time I see you, I feel something… something I can’t ignore.”

Her heart pounded in her chest as he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was anything but tentative this time. It was passionate, hungry, full of all the emotions they’d both been trying to suppress.

Rupali melted into him, her hands gripping his shoulders as she kissed him back with equal fervour. This was wrong, her mind screamed, but her body didn’t care. All it wanted was him.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other.

“Sharath,” Rupali whispered, her voice trembling. “What are we doing?”

He looked into her eyes, his gaze intense and unwavering. “Something real,” he said. “Something we both deserve.”

Rupali felt a surge of something she hadn’t felt in years—hope, desire, passion. And as Sharath’s lips found hers again, she knew there was no going back.

This wasn’t just about her husband anymore. This was about her. And for the first time in a long time, she felt alive.

Their bodies pressed closer, Sharath’s hands wandering down her back, pulling her tightly against him. Rupali’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions—guilt, excitement, desire—all crashing together in a way that left her breathless.

“We shouldn’t—” she started, but Sharath cut her off with another kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her knees weak.

“Don’t think,” he murmured against her lips. “Just feel.”

And so she did.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the park, Rupali and Sharath found themselves lost in each other, their connection growing stronger with every touch, every kiss. It started something new—something forbidden but undeniably real.

And as Sharath’s hand slipped under her blouse, his fingers brushing against her skin, Rupali knew this was just the beginning.

“Take me home,” she whispered, her voice filled with need.

Sharath’s eyes darkened with desire as he nodded, his grip on her tightening. “Anything you want.”

The drive back to Sharath’s apartment was a blur of stolen glances and heated silence. Rupali’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and desire. She shouldn’t be doing this. She knew that. But the way Sharath looked at her.

His fingers traced the curve of her knee as he drove, making it impossible to think rationally. She wanted this. Needed it. As soon as they stepped inside, the door barely closed behind them. Sharath’s hands were on her, pulling her close. His lips crashed against hers in a possessive and tender kiss.

His tongue explored her mouth with a hunger that left her breathless. Rupali moaned into his mouth. Her hands tangled in his hair as she pressed her body against his.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Sharath growled between kisses, his hands roaming over her curves, squeezing her hips, her ass, her breasts. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”

Rupali’s breath hitched as his fingers found the hem of her red T-shirt, lifting it up and over her head swiftly. She stood before him in her bra and jeans, her skin tingling under his gaze. He looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. And in that moment, she felt like she was.

Sharath’s hands moved to the button of her jeans, popping it open and sliding the zipper down with agonizing slowness. Rupali’s heart raced as he knelt before her. His breath warm against her stomach as he tugged her jeans down her legs. She stepped out of them, her body trembling with anticipation.

His hands caressed her thighs, his lips pressing soft kisses to her skin as he moved higher, inch by excruciating inch. Rupali’s breath came in shallow gasps as his lips brushed the edge of her panties, his tongue darting out to taste her through the thin fabric.

“Sharath…” she whispered, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. “Please…”

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Tell me what you want, Rupali.”

“I want you,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “All of you.”

With a growl, Sharath hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them down, tossing them aside. His hands spread her thighs apart, his eyes locked on her most intimate place. She was already wet, her desire slick and glistening.

Sharath’s tongue darted out, tasting her, and Rupali gasped, her legs shaking as pleasure shot through her. He moaned against her, his tongue lapping at her in slow, deliberate strokes, savouring every drop. Rupali’s hands tangled in his hair, her hips grinding against his face as he devoured her.

“Oh my God…” she moaned, her head falling back as waves of pleasure crashed over her. “Sharath, yes… just like that…”

He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it rapidly, and Rupali cried out, her body tensing as the pleasure built to a crescendo. She was close, so close. And then, with one final stroke of his tongue, she shattered, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her.

Sharath held her trembling body as she rode out the waves of pleasure, his hands stroking her thighs soothingly. When she finally came down, her legs weak and unsteady, he stood, pulling her into a deep kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, which only made her want more.

“That was just the beginning,” he whispered against her lips, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, lifting her effortlessly. Rupali wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck as he carried her to the bedroom.

He laid her down on the bed, his eyes raking over her naked body with a hunger that made her shiver. She felt like a goddess under his gaze worshipped and adored. Sharath stripped off his clothes quickly, his erect dick springing free, thick and hard.

Rupali’s eyes widened as she took him in. Her mouth was watering.

“God, you’re perfect,” she murmured, stroking him. His cock was hot and velvety in her hand, and when she squeezed lightly, he groaned, his hips bucking into her touch.

“Not yet,” he said, catching her wrist and pulling her hand away. “I want to fuck you, Rupali. I want to make you scream.”

She shivered at his words, her body aching for him. She wanted him to take her, to claim her. And when he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs, she knew he was going to do just that.

Sharath’s cock brushed against her entrance, and Rupali gasped, her hips lifting to meet him. He pushed into her slowly, the thick head of his cock stretching her deliciously. She was so wet, so ready for him, but the size of him still made her breath catch.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed deeper, inch by glorious inch. Rupali moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her.

When he was fully sheathed inside her, Sharath paused, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “You feel so good, Rupali. So fucking good.”

“Move,” she begged, her hips squirming beneath him. “Please, Sharath, fuck me.”

With a growl, he pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in hard, making her cry out in pleasure. He set a relentless pace, his hips slamming into hers with a force that drove her wild.

Rupali clung to him, her moans filling the room as he pounded into her, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

“Yes!” she screamed, her nails raking down his back. “Oh God, yes! Harder, Sharath, fuck me harder!”

He obliged, his hips moving faster and harder, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Rupali’s entire body was on fire, the pleasure building to an unbearable level. She needed to come, needed to feel him push her over the edge.

“I’m close,” she gasped, her legs tightening around his waist. “Sharath, I’m so close!”

“Come for me, Rupali,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “Come on, my cock.”

With a cry, her body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Sharath groaned, his hips stuttering as he thrust into her one last time, his release spilling inside her with a guttural moan.

They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing ragged. Rupali’s heart was still racing, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She turned her head to look at Sharath, her eyes filled with awe and guilt.

She shouldn’t be doing this.

But as Sharath pulled her into his arms, his lips brushing a gentle kiss to her forehead, she couldn’t care. She was in too deep now. And as she drifted to sleep, her body pressed against his, she knew this was just the beginning.

“I want you to dominate me, Sharath.” She whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

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